My Friend Tigger


I remember her crossing the finish line at the New York Triathlon in Harriman State Park in 2001, struggling and smiling -- she'd made it! We'd spent countless hours training together for the race, bonding over our less-than-athletic physiques and our determination. But we both crossed the finish line triumphantly. I remember us going dress [...]

Farewell To “The Biscuit”


Lately, our minds have cast back to the winter of 2003-2004, when a certain vehicle -- eventually to be known as "The Biscuit" -- came into our lives. Michael and I were fairly newly married and we'd moved to a 2 bedroom apartment in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn, where the alternate-side on-street parking restrictions were loose [...]

Signing Time


Intrepid readers of this site (if there are any left), may notice that I haven't yet given any updates on Rory's burgeoning vocabulary, as I did with Callum here and here. It's not just because I've been so busy, what with two kids and all. It's because Rory, at 22 months, doesn't exactly have a [...]

Rory Walks


Rory walking., originally uploaded by Pamela PC. We finally got a little video footage of Rory walking. Here we're at the Brooklyn Children's Museum, where he got a chance to really stretch his legs.

Rory at 9 months


IMGP1290_edited-1.JPG, originally uploaded by Pamela PC. Can you believe it? He's 9 months old already. He's "cruising" up a storm and getting into all kinds of trouble. Thankfully, he's beautiful and very sweet.

Rory stands

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Rory at the museum, originally uploaded by Pamela PC. Rory's all about standing up these days. He'll crawl over to me and hold up one hand, and then the other, for me to grab each with one of my own. Then he scoots his little body down, places one foot, then the next, and inches [...]

How It Happened


A few days before Rory's birth, I mused about how things might go down. Now, finally, nearly 8 weeks later, I've written the final chapter of the pregnancy. The scene: mid-morning outside of Grand Central Station in Midtown Manhattan. Michael and I are on our cell phones at the bus stop, frantically texting and making [...]